At the bottom of the staircase #flashfiction #children

copyright Jennifer Pendergast
copyright Jennifer Pendergast

“Who’s there?” The nightgown clad girl called down into the chasm.

“No one” was the reply. “This is going to be too easy,” a sinister smile claimed a dark visage.

“Oh, okay then I don’t have to worry about the monsters that usually come out about this time.”

“Monsters? What monsters”?

“The ones trained to protect me while I sleep,” she curled up with her monster pillow falling fast asleep.


She could not hear the gasp, breaking of bones, or chewing noise at the bottom of the staircase.

This delightful spiral staircase is this week’s photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisof-Fields. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction meme prompting writers with photography to write fiction  in 100 words or less. Give it a try!


57 thoughts on “At the bottom of the staircase #flashfiction #children

  1. There’s no such thing as monsters, all hairy green and red. There’s no such thing as monsters. They’re only in my head.
    Interesting take on the prompt, Moondust. The verse is from a song written by a good friend and your story made me think of it.


    1. But there was people in Canada beorfe 1778, isn’t it? Indians, Inuits were there I guess, Canada History doesn’t start with immigrants from Western Europe? I don’ t know the history of America, i am sorry about that, we learn little at school, and I didn’t read much about that afterwards, I’ll do, one day.


  2. Loved this story, great take on the prompt. Loved the reference to the monster pillow, one of my little granddaughters has one of the Gruffalo, she loves him


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